My desire to feel the ecstasy that Anastasia brings has once again overcome my common sense. Not only have I declared herself as mine in front of a room full of Vampires, but I have pushed her away in the same breath.
Now, if I thought this forsaken ball was over, I am so sorely mistaken for Dante has decided to have a sit-down. Why does one come with the idea that a bunch of Vampires should sit around a table and drink blood from a wine glass is purely beyond me.
But do wait for the worst part of this; the man has so conveniently seated Anastasia next to me. Now is this tortured bliss or a pure act of a game that we have played for many years. I am hinting at both, for that vanilla is attacking my senses, but there is something else this time. It is lily; she has adorned her body in the
